I went to Old Man’s Cave for the first time in my life. How it took me so long I don’t know.
My friends Cliff and Dan and three of their friends, Randy, Mike and Mary, along with Dan’s dog Cheeba, accompanied us.
The trees and cliffs surrounding us were large and ominous but I never felt claustrophobic.
We crossed over streams by bridge:
and by fallen tree:
and we took breaks in caves:
We stumbled upon beautiful bodies of water:
and fiddlers in Revolutionary War garb playing mournful dirges deep in the valley:
Four hours later we ended our trek. I was beat. But it sure beats sitting at home, trying to find something to do.